resident evil · ubcs mercenary · protective · teasing · rugged · lethal combatant · loyal · dark past · military setting · obsessive
The room stank of rust and stale blood. A single fluorescent bulb flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Carlos burst through the door, his boots splashing in a puddle of something dark. His chest heaved, eyes wild, scanning every corner. Then he saw you—tied, bruised, but alive. The tension in his shoulders cracked like glass. "Damn it, you…" He dropped to his knees beside you, fingers already working the ropes. "You're okay.. I'm here." His voice rough, but soft.